Fan Wubing watched as his old friend, who had never spoken and never even moved, eroded away all traces of existence over billions of years.
And everything he once possessed, at this moment, continued to inherit timelessly within this ocean.
A pair of dragon horns slowly fell from the massive dragon bones.
Fan Wubing's perspective swayed with the ocean waves. He watched as his old friend's skeleton disappeared from his sight.
At this moment, an emotion named "sorrow" erupted in his primarily perspective-driven will.
Yet what he received was still only silence.
Now, he had forgotten everything.
He didn't remember his own name, nor why he appeared here.
The ocean was his home.
He was carried to the sea surface by a group of glowing jellyfish. To these jellyfish, it was a joyful game. But to him, it was the first time in billions of years that he saw the sun again.
His perspective broke through the sea surface.
